I Am -ME
Sitting on my bed
with my hands on my head
I reason my birth in wonder
and stamp my foot in pounder
Tell me, who am I
tell me, what am I
A blessing from God
Or a curse from god
Then a voice says
you child that strays
come and be saved
to enjoy and be amazed
Thats when I realized
that I wasnt disorganized
rather people fail to understand
the power in my undersized
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